#stvrnja

[anhyuns-blog]

@stvrnja!

“I have an extremely important question, sir,” Chanhyun feigned an extremely professional voice--the kind that she was used to using with more difficult clients. She was perfectly aware that this probably wasn’t an ideal first interaction with someone, but stopping someone in the middle of the street was the quickest way to attempt to prove her point to the friend she was texting, through sampled surveys. “Have you ever made a wish upon a star, and if yes, has it ever come true?”

[lovesnothing-blog1]

@stvrnja​ ♡’d for a starter!

Hansa poised an unlit cigarette between her lips, shoving her hands into her leather jacket pockets as her eyes darted down every alley where a fellow smoker may be taking a smoke break. She spots an unmistakeable flame in the distance, and as she approaches the source down the barren street, she notices something absurd --- there is no lighter. As she approaches the mysterious stranger, she tilts her head. “Hey, how are you doing that?” She asks, both amazement and suspicion in her expression.

[mujehan-a]

@stvrnja ♥’d | ft. JAEBUM

--- a soft whine leaving the male’s lips, hand rubbing at his nose. his eyes was watering and he had been sniffling for the past few minutes, to anyone around him, it seemed like he was suffering from seasonal allergies but in truth, the odors around him was overwhelming and giving him a bit of a headache. this was exactly why he loved open air where the smells were more dilute but he had no choice, if he wanted to be human, he had to at least do what humans do, right?

“sorry...do you have a tissue?” he asked, looking at the other with watery eyes.

[sarcemia]

obsidian

source: open

obsidian: which of the seven deadly sins my muse would be

I think maybe… Envy. He lacks a lot of things, and he feels extremely jealous towards those who have the things that he doesn’t. It’s not in a materialistic way, it’s more so in terms of personal experience wise. He envies people who had normal childhoods, where they were free to act like children and play around with other kids. He never got to do that, and if there was a rare moment that he did, it didn’t last long. He envies people who have both a mother and father. Even though he did grow up with a father-like figure, his step-father wasn’t very present in his life and even then, it wasn’t the same of what a father-son relationship should be. He’s envious of people who have the unconditional love from parents. He envies people who have been in love, because it’s all everyone flaunts these days. Couples are very open about the fact that they are a couple, as they make it very obvious in terms of skinship and wearing matching items, whether it’s jewelry or an outfit. So many songs are love songs. Dramas on television are all about love. Everything is love this, love that, and he can’t help but feel envious towards those who have love like that. He’s never been in love, so he wonders what it feels like. Lastly he’s very envious of people who are confident and comfortable with themselves. It’s very easy to pretend that he’s confident, and even uncomfortable, but he can only keep it up for so long. Having that freedom and having less things to worry about so often is something he longs for.

[thusvitaest]

@stvrnja ♜

i am thou, thou art i. thou has acquired a new vow. it shall become the wings of rebellion that breaketh thy chains of captivity.

he wasn’t used to absence of the watch on his wrist, no matter how much it dictated what he does in his everyday life. it is an important piece to the ensemble of the modern man. it was the reason he had to make a quick run back just to grab it before heading to schedules he was slightly early for. it keeps him punctual. he remembers even where he might have left it, but instead he finds something else. rather, someone else who seemingly had already acquired what akio was there for.

the moment he startles the worldly thief is the moment they would want to run. so he stands there at the doorway, brooding over how this person was able to access the door, observing eyes locked on the target, and legs ready to sprint in case the chasing does happen. it was just their luck that he had gone back sooner than planned. their luck that he was on his feet, blocking their way out.

“and you are?” his tone remained calm, but the look on his face says it all. he was more than just a physique. eyebrow arched, he steps forward into the stranger’s personal space with a taunting gaze. “looks like you found my watch for me.”

[daviscre-archived]

➹

                  stvrnja                   For every ➹ I get, I’ll put up my muse’s current thought !

➹ It’s way past midnight, why am I still awake?

[chaoticer]

❛ Right now, you’re acting very weird. ❜

            "NO, YOU'RE ACTING weird and it's making me act weird. If I knew you were contagious, I wouldn't have agreed to meet."

[devourtruth]

@stvrnja​ continued from (x) 

she takes his moment of self reflection in amusement. her statement was meant as a casual answer to a question he never asked. instead it seemed she deflected it in his direction as he contemplates the complexity of something she deems simple. she’d revealed her m.o., yes, but not many know what to do with the knowledge. to find out what someone cares about most is easy, even the most stoic and apathetic will always soften their gaze towards something, someone. the tricky part is turning it around to kill them from within. 

it’s art, really. or sadistic. she pays no mind to the vulgarity of it all. 

“immortality is not that easy to attain,” she mumbles before taking a sip of her coffee. “everyone loves. there is concrete proof, in lives lost, lives gained, in sacrifice and difficult decisions. don’t tell me you’re one of those people!” she wrinkles her nose and smiles in amusement. “the type who think love isn’t real, thinks its a waste of time or whatever?” she relaxes back into her seat to further evaluate him from this new light. 

“you’ve never seen it? the way people look at each other? the way they drop all common sense just to please another person? or, perhaps the tender gaze exchanged between...an inanimate object?”